Well, in eighteen-fourteen we took a little tripAlong with colonel jackson down the mighty mississipWe took a little bacon and we took a little beansAnd we caught the bloody british at the town of new orleans.

[Chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runnin'Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

Well we eye-balled the river and we see the limeys comeMusta been a hunnert of 'em beatin' on a drumAnd then they stepped so high and they made the bugles ringWe hid behind our cotton bales and didn't say a thing

[Chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runnin'Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

Now, old hickory says we can take 'em by surpriseIf we don't shoot our wads 'til we look 'em in the eyesSo we held off our fire 'til we see them real wellThen we opened up our squirrel guns and really gave 'em hell

[Chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runnin'Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the bramblesAnd they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldn't goRan so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'emDown the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.

Well, we fired our cannon 'til the barrel melted downSo we grabbed an alligator and we turned his tail aroundWe stuffed his head with cannon balls and powdered his behindAnd when we lit the fuse that old gator blew his mind

[Chorus]We fired our guns and the british kept a-comin'There wasn't nigh as many as there was a while agoWe fired once more and they all began a-runnin'Down the mississippi to the gulf of mexico

Well, they ran through the briars and they ran through the bramblesAnd they ran through the bushes where the rabbits couldn't goRan so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'emDown the mississippi to the gulf of mexico.

Hup, hip, trip, four.You know, you old boys gonna be marchin' right smart, onced* you learn to count to four.